Dreamweaving

(A/N: Plot starts now)

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She had been caught by the staff and was let off with a long suspension. I felt guilty. It had been the first time anyone had reacted like that. Her reputation was ruined. Videos of her could be found if you knew the right people. I had effectively ruined her future, I should at least go apologize to her and tell her the truth about what happened. After asking around, I found out where she lived. It wasn\'t a far walk from the school. It wasn\'t a short one either, but maybe a P.E. Test distance.

He took a glance to find the doorbell, but realized there wasn\'t any. He knocked on the door and heard her voice.



"Who is it?" The way she said it might\'ve been worried or apprehensive. It was hard to tell from just that.



"It\'s Michael, from your class. I\'m here to tell you something."



"Go away," came the voice from behind the door. Apprehensive, how could he have doubted it before.



"The dream you had! While you were sleeping on the bench!"



The door opened slowly. She still looked doubtful. The effects from her dream still haven\'t worn off, it seemed. It was hard to notice, but I could see her nipples poking from beyond her shirt and her hair was messy. She just put her shirt on before answering the door.



"May I come in?"

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He had settled down before actually saying anything.



"The dream you had with the slime, I was the one who gave it you." She stayed silent, as if asking for clarification.



"I can manipulate dreams."



"Then I can do what I want to myself and you won\'t mind, yes?" She didn\'t wait for an answer. She took off her shirt and pants. It was hard not to notice that she wasn\'t wearing any underwear. She took a massager from under the couch and pressed it into her crotch.



"You have to take responsibility for making me like this. Prove to me about you controlling dreams tonight. And every other night."



There was an awkward silence, followed by, "Touch me."



She got up out of her seat and sat in Michael\'s lap. Michael slid his finger inside of her, expecting for her to last, but she quickly finished. He felt her insides pushing down lightly on his finger. Her walls were already tired from contration. She moaned softly. The orgasm hadn\'t stopped her. Within minutes, she was going to come again. He thought of something and took his finger out. She moaned in desperation.



"I can make you come like this every night while you sleep. Just imagine it."

Aly did so well and could almost feel the waves of pleasure hit her body.

"All you have to do is be my slave."



"Yes!" She moaned in pleasure. He touched he clit softly, just barely making her finish.



"Expect your first dream tonight. You\'re not allowed to cum until after the dream."

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(Alyssah\'s Point of View)

I woke up in a jungle, naked. Maybe it was just a dream. At that moment, I remembered Michael\'s promise. I held off cumming all day to let this happen.

I saw a tiger walk out into the clearing and froze. I turned around to run, but six more appeared, cutting off my escape routes. Something came up from behind me and push me down. The other tigers watched my inability to move. I felt the tiger\'s girth pressing against me, then inside. I felt...filled. I was the center of attention. The tigers looked at me with their lust, envying the one on top of me.

It was impossible to tell how many orgasms I was having, they had already blended into one continuous orgasm. A warm liquid filled my insides. The next came up and had his turn. Then the next. Then the next. Each had a turn with me until they all finished. Then they started with my butt. I felt like I was having an enema with every time they came inside of me.

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She woke up to her cell phone ringing. There was a text message that read "in the jungle"

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